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Why do you see a butterfly,
colorful yet Frail 

I see a dragonfly
Buzzing yet misunderstood.

She Prays ( Ubuntu )

She is the high priestess,
Their ways have turned from the truth
And divinity has forsaken them.
While she turns to look away from their abominable ways,
Her palms touch so she can pray,
To Uhuru to liberate their mind,

Self awareness is power
Dominion over self is path
Living is Conquest

I as linguist will deliver this message
Calm down and let go.
She has been immortalized.
She requests to stand before you
Even as mere mortal she stands above you.
She is suspected to be the mistress of Obatala
So be warn what you say about her.

She is free.

Quacks like a Fowl in lies.

Splash and Flash

whish(y) washy they plunge

Quack quack they sound

but not ducks but fowls, soo foul.

From inception was deception

blind folded description

they gave with dedication

persistence and enovation.

Sin they called it because i created it

Pledged to scrap it of or atleast edit

I refused and they infused

Religion, politics and their system of poly tricks

My ways were lost through time

but now found in tide.

Rebirth through berth

casted through furnace

By the hands of the Blacksmith

So now here i am, i teach to learn.

HORROR FLICK- PARENTING.

A friend said something on facebook about how children who come from single parented homes most often are of sound etiquette than most from both parented homes. One thing i like to state  and make clear is that, we must understand that no child will choose being raised by a single parent if they had the choice. Its a world wide canker which needs eradication by any means necessary. 

I am not an expect on the subject since i was raised by both parents equally including the extended members of the family but i have had an equal share of rough experiences which in my adult years have made me a better person(hopefully). Our individual growth varies. It will take some people their entire life time to realize to make the change at the last minute. It might not be their fault but again who must be blamed? Bad parenting and up bringing to me has nothing to do with both or single parenting.

I see through the eyes of pain yelling out loud.
Eyes turn blood red and face as pale as the ashes from a coal pot
Tongue swallowed without a trace.
Toes chopped bit by bit fingers stuck into mouth.
Teeth plucked out with force with lips sewed to the nose.
I wake up every day to the same shame of humanity.
We are all guilty, each and every single person.
I go to sleep everyday with tears swell up in my mind
But to arrogant to share it. Yes I am guilty.
Do not wonder what I speak of, because
- Parents deliver with full knowledge of the inability to cater for that baby.
But why would they care?
- The neighbor has enough to help support that child but no.
He/ she isn’t related to them, not biologically.
- You and I have the chance to make this child heard, but no.
We allow them to suffer and cry in silence.
- The child has a choice to become the best but allow themselves be pressured to become
The negative arms of the society.
So we are all guilty, YOU AND I.

HIGH COUNCIL

I am here to present my case to the high council, if i have any. The life of a gypsy always live trails, we are never understood though the earth is our home. So i will share my mystery with you and hope you help me solve it so i move on.

The reason why mystery attracts me, i just don't know. I wouldn't take it plain if she presented herself. I am just a fool looking to follow a trend lost through time and found in my delusional mind. Maybe i am just an idiot who will rather wallow in fairy tales than the worlds reality. 

I have been so protective of the pen in my left breast pocket. Seeing to it that it doesnt fall or float. I hate to use it because from all that i have heard and seen people go through, i feel its not worth writing beautifully in blood ink. I couldnt do it. But now here i am, scribbling the ball pen on a concrete tablet.

I know it makes absolutely no sense that i should be doing that. I do this with the hope that someday a scroll shows herself that i write our origin, history and destination on it. But then again, when will that be? I am holding the pen's cover in my right hand, and the pen in my left though i am not ambidextrous.

I am eager. i want to write, not on the stone tablet but on this paper scroll. It looks and seem full. The letters written on it are so saddening, how do i erase it? Please show me how.

LOVE THROUGH LOST

This is a destination i wrote about to a friend whose father past away last year. I have never known what to tell someone who lost who they love, I feel sorry is enough. The rest to help console are just lies which i think makes them feel as though we perceive them to be dumb in grief. So i dedicate this to anyone who has lost someone they love. Love found through lost. 

You will be told not to cry and that
God gives and God takes, don’t cry and that all will be okay.
Everything happens for a reason and that a better place awaits.
But I ask which place?
 

My intent is not to console but to question.
Is demise the last result?
Must love fly out the window without warning?
Must embraces fade as though never existed?
And mind left in chaos?
 

Yet you will be told not to cry and that
God gives and God takes, don’t cry and that all will be okay.
Everything happens for a reason and that a better place awaits.
But I ask which place?
 

Home is where kisses in given to you on the forehead
Called you and said, “never mind what they say, you are the best”.
“Never give up for you can do anything”.
You did that which was right because he stared you down.
Scolded you yet put you on his laps and said “ it will be alright and it was for your good”.
Then you think how ironic. Hahaha
 

Yet you will be told not to cry and that
God gives and God takes, don’t cry and that all will be okay.
Everything happens for a reason and that a better place awaits.
But I ask which place?
 

But I say to you,
Curse death, ask God why?
Cry out tears of blood for its all not okay.
Why? Because joy had departed.
Curse the tongue that tells you there is a reason for love lost.
 

But then again,
Smile and laugh in your tears.
He might have found a better place.
A place with no afflictions.
Living free and with you always.
For there is no better place than your heart.

My Paranoia

Am I  or I am paranoid.
Scared of the images on my TV
Afraid to tune in to the radio
BBC and CNN gave birth to Al-Jazeera
the offspring of the devil himself
Conspiracy theory fill my guts
Sitting by the fire and listening to the stories of old is dead.
Welcoming facebook as the alternative gluing the youth to nothing.

Blaming it all on the Satan

Corps controlling Gov.

Gov creating Corpse

The never ending cycle

The open lies

Coveted truth hidden in plain sight.

But then again, Am I or I am paranoid

You be the judge.

DILEMMA

Its just one of those evening. Here i am sitting at my desk at 9:40 pm. Everyone has left and i should be laying naked on my tiled floor at home. But no, I am just feeling the day went by so fast yet i couldn't get all that must be done done. Torn between Andrea Bocelli's voice playing on my laptop and facebook. Asking myself over and over if tomorrow will bring better news.

I will not beat myself up over nothing. So i smile and say,

-I chose to forgive music
And let the tip of her bow
 slash my neck.
I ooze
that terrible note
of the torn G-chord
Yet in that particular place,

she makes hails at me
like Pavarotti
because i am at peace.-
We are our music.

USEFUL CHANGE

I am hot.

I am struck.

I bend.

I am straightened.

I am made.

I am useful.

FACTUAL LIES

Today like one of those days where, water makes me thirsty, i begin to question the order of the orders. Which is a cloak? You should wonder as well. Since we were born in our various societies, there is nothing we know better than our ways of life, good or bad. But believe that is ultimately something else out there which you need to also know about to make sound and self fulfilling judgments. I will not force my opinion down your throat, but i will tell you what i think of them.

They say lets face fact..
But I ask, what are the fact?
The deceits they made up to confuse us?
The believes they formed for us to trust?

Lets face facts indeed.
Where were they when I was in need?
Relatively persuaded to perceive
Knowledge only through their system,
For instants, education is the key.

Lets face facts indeed.
Neo-colonization is the feed for their channel.
Treating us as though dark age stood still.
Then call back to us offering freedom.
Freedom from all that is crucial I will say.
Lets face facts indeed.
My pledges are to my seeds
Unveil to them my perspective
Block out the cacophony of lies sown to their hearts

So lets face fact.
Lets face our facts
Our truth lies in our individuality
So damn your facts
And I will define mine.